Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 42 Part 2

He walked a few steps forward, looked left and right again, and after confirming he couldn’t see anything, turned back to Xu Turan: “What what’s going on? What did you see?”

“…You can’t see it?” Xu Turan’s eyes widened slightly, her gaze passing over Yang Buqi’s shoulder, falling again on the direction she had pointed to earlier—

There, several semi-transparent figures were surrounding a person wearing a metal mask in the center, constantly pushing and shoving him, seeming to urge him forward.

The person wore a strange black robe, most of his figure hidden, his features completely covered. One could only judge from his height that he was a man.

However, his right hand was unusually fair and beautiful—with exquisite orchid nail art on the nails, a gemstone bracelet on the wrist, and a diamond ring on the ring finger.

“Feifei…” Xu Turan said in disbelief, looking at Yang Buqi again, “That’s Feifei and Pu Han, right? You really can’t see them?”

“Huh?” Yang Buqi was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, his expression suddenly becoming serious, “No, I really can’t see… What’s happening to them?”

Xu Turan was about to open her mouth to describe, when she suddenly saw Feifei in the distance raise her hand sharply, as if to slap the person who was pushing Pu Han, but was hit hard on the back of her hand with an iron ruler, shrinking back in pain into the black-robed person’s arms like a small animal.

The black-robed person protected the beaten right hand, turning his head dissatisfied, but before he could speak, he was kicked again, stumbling, and was pulled along, his figure disappearing around the corner of the corridor.

Xu Turan: “…”

“No time to explain, we’ll contact by rule message later!” She said quickly, immediately giving chase.

Yang Buqi felt a tightness in his chest and hurriedly ran after her. However, he started a bit slower than Xu Turan, and Xu Turan’s speed was already very fast, so by the time he chased to the corner, Xu Turan had already turned—

Yang Buqi stood at the entrance of the corridor, suddenly stopping, his pupils constricting.

He saw that the corridor in front of him was empty and quiet.

Forget about Pu Han.

Even Xu Turan, who was only a few steps ahead of him just now, had disappeared without a trace.

On the other side.

Xu Turan felt something was wrong the moment she turned the corner of the corridor.

A familiar sense of dampness and decay hit her face. She took a step, and the old floorboards made a harsh sound.

She was back on that wooden corridor. That wooden corridor belonging to the past.

However, the wooden corridor at this time seemed to be cleaner than what she had experienced before, with no moss or fungi visible on either side, and the floorboards looking much newer.

It seems this is a space-time fragment from an earlier period—Xu Turan concluded internally, then quickened her pace to chase after the group ahead.

Those people weren’t walking fast, and Xu Turan easily caught up. She carefully reached out her hand, her fingers passing through the semi-transparent figures in front of her, and directly patted the black-robed person’s shoulder.

The black-robed person’s footsteps suddenly halted. Xu Turan tried to speak: “Pu Han? Is that you? Feifei?”

The black-robed person made muffled sounds, the words seemingly blocked by something, very unclear. However, his right hand, upon hearing the sound, immediately crawled up to the shoulder, landing on Xu Turan’s hand, curling its fingers to nuzzle affectionately.

The back of that hand still bore marks from the earlier beating, a patch of angry red. Xu Turan patted her soothingly, stepped around to the side of the black-robed person, and without hesitation, removed his metal mask—

Sure enough, under that mask was Pu Han’s face.

Like someone who had been pressed underwater for a long time and finally resurfaced, he took a deep breath the moment the mask was removed, starting to breathe heavily, while taking his right hand down from his shoulder and cradling it tenderly in his arms.

“Th-thank you,” he thanked Xu Turan with difficulty, his face looking even paler, “I thought I was going to suffocate in there.”

“It’s okay. But what’s going on now?” Xu Turan was completely confused, “Where are you going?”

“To die,” Pu Han said helplessly, slowing his pace a bit. He was immediately pushed hard from behind by the shadowy figures.

These shadows were strange—they couldn’t see Xu Turan’s existence and ignored her conversation with Pu Han. But as soon as Pu Han showed any unwillingness to walk with them, they immediately forced him—their hands couldn’t touch Xu Turan, but they were unsparing when it came to Pu Han.

Xu Turan felt a bit sorry watching this.

“What’s going on here?” she had to walk forward along with Pu Han, “How did you end up like this?”

Pu Han: “…”

He sighed deeply, his tone somewhat bleak: “Well, it’s a long story…”

Before he could start his long story, the Planchette Pen floated out of Xu Turan’s pocket and began to write in the air gleefully:

【What else could it be? This fool got himself tangled up in the events of a space-time fragment, hehe.】

Its tone made no attempt to hide its schadenfreude.

Xu Turan: …

She was starting to regret unsealing this pen. From what she could see so far, that unsealing had no other use except making this pen’s self-expression more fluent.

Before, Xu Turan had to find it for it to have the right to speak. Now it spoke whenever it wanted, and could even write in the air, with 3D movable text that stuck right in front of your eyes, making it impossible to pretend not to see…

It was very annoying.

Xu Turan couldn’t be bothered to deal with it and asked Pu Han directly: “Details?”

“Weren’t we supposed to be able to leave by following past survivors?” Pu Han said slowly, “I looked around but couldn’t find any space-time fragments that met the conditions. So I thought, since past survivors are so hard to find, could we create one ourselves?”

“…” Xu Turan raised an eyebrow, an ominous feeling rising in her heart, “And then?”

“Then… you’ve probably noticed too. Under normal circumstances, although we can’t touch the ‘living people’ in the space-time fragments, we can touch the ‘inanimate objects’ in them,” Pu Han said, “I found a space-time fragment where an unlucky person was being sent as a sacrifice for a live offering. I saw his fate, so I used some tools at hand to create a little accident, giving him a chance to escape.”

Xu Turan: “…Go on?”

“But that unlucky guy was really incompetent, he hit his head on a table corner while escaping and died,” Pu Han sighed, “And in this fragment, someone must be sacrificed alive. It’s an ‘event’ that must happen…”

So he, originally a visitor from a different space-time, was accidentally “absorbed” by this space-time fragment, becoming a part of it.

And was taken as a substitute for that unsuccessful escapee, directly packaged and sent to the execution ground.

The Planchette Pen danced happily in the air, leaving behind arrogant red text:

【Holding a steamed corn bun, not a drop of oil in the vegetables—life on death row is so painful…】

Xu Turan: ……

“Shut up!” She shot a glare, “If you annoy me again, I’ll call Ghost House No. 71 over right now!”

“…” The Planchette Pen paused for a moment, silently erasing the lyrics behind it. Xu Turan closed her eyes briefly, then looked at Pu Han again:

“Forgive me for asking. Before you made this decision, did you think about what would happen if you failed?”

“I did,” Pu Han nodded seriously.

Xu Turan: ?